Spring is magical. I don’t have to tell you that. Just drive around on a slightly drizzly day and you know what I mean. The nascent green leaves, the baby birds in the nests and some in the grass, the colourful flowers and a hope that perhaps a magical rainbow showing up some place? Agreed, one doesn’t have to drive around but you know looking at the already beautiful surroundings with rose tinted glasses, that’s something else no? I come home to a clean sink. Yes, the same old Akshayapatra – the sink that keeps on giving. I am proud of this ‘new me’ with a two-week streak of a clean sink. So, I settle down with my DD to play the trivia game that she has been playing. After making that move with her arm and fist going up into the air with excitement a few times, she turns to me and asks “Mom, how do you have so much of useless information in your head?". I simply smile. Little does she know about me, yet A full bright moon is peeping through my window. Just that morning, very early as I headed out for my workout, I remember crying out loud with joy in the car as I see a huge pink moon right in front of me as if to say hello to me. As I load the dishwasher, that same very moon is now in my window giving out a gentle white light. I can feel the gentle breeze coming from the open window, kitchen smells of the warm food I have just fed my family with and I hear the gentle flow of water in my pond. It is serene, beyond words! I understand that any chore can be meditative and only glad that here I am doing my dishes smiling and not with frustration. Taking off in a plane is surreal, for me at least. I am always amazed at this thing taking off peacefully into the air. I never fail to look heavenwards when I hear a plane go by, even to this day! But sitting in one is magical - to leave behind the trees, the houses and the life as I know, behind. As we climb higher, I see layers over layers of clouds. Between the passing clouds I see glimpses of houses, cars going by on highways. As I look at the disappearing houses, I wonder about the people; living in those houses and the stories they have. As look up above at a thicker layer of clouds, I think of God sitting up there supposedly looking at us. The beauty of it all boggles my mind. While I cannot tell one story about any of the houses I am seeing, God does seem to know the needs of every single being in every single house – at least that is what we believe. That’s something alright! I think of a conversation I had recently about God with a person I respect. She goes straight with a “Do you believe in God?” I don’t know what gets into me, but I respond with a “I am not so sure about God, but something has to be said about the belief. Belief that prayers will be answered and a sense of assurance that we can trust that someone sitting up there!” As I continue to watch the houses below, I suddenly am drawn to the sight of a pair of eagles gliding. Yes, the yellow beaks, the vast spread of wings and the gentle curves they were making. I have never ever seen such a lovely sight in my life. Suddenly, it is all clear. Just as an eagle can spot its prey from that height, so can that divinity hear/see us! I never doubted that, I always knew that. As the plane ascends into the heavy layer of clouds, I close my eyes in peace and an understanding that despite the clouds, it is all very clear.